Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"It's coming!"    

On the ground, Ao Lingchen raised his chin slightly. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes.    

Tianfeng Prince and the others were chasing after him, completely activating the killing intent in Ao Lingchen's heart.    

However, one could not two, and not three. These guys had attacked him three or four times, how could he bear it?    

"I want to see how powerful they are, chase after them relentlessly!"    

Qing Chen also smiled coldly. Green light rose from his back and soared into the sky. It circled a few times in the air before finally piercing straight into the snow.    

The sharp sword energy was withdrawn, giving people an ordinary feeling.    

Looking at Qing Chen's hand, Ao Lingchen's pupils shrank slightly and showed some envy.    

The sword controlling technique could take a person's head from a thousand miles away. Ao Lingchen had always wanted to learn this technique. After all, he trained both at the Spiritual Martial Force and when he used his spiritual energy to control the sword, it would add a killing technique.    

"I will hold one of them back!"    

Tian Haiyu spoke with a serious tone. The silver spear flashed out and he clenched his fists tightly. Powerful Yuan Qi surged out from his Dantian as he stared ahead with a serious expression.    

Tian Haiyu was under a lot of pressure. He knew very well that the gap between him and Ghost Demon was not small. Even if he could only hold one of them back, it would still be very difficult.    

However, this was a pressure, and it was also a challenge for him to become stronger.    

"Swoosh!"    

Several whooshing sounds came from the sky above the snow.    

More than ten silhouettes descended from the sky. They were Tianfeng Prince, Wang Chuan, and Ghost Demon.    

Numerous experts arrived together. Violent and powerful Qi filled the surroundings. The falling snowflakes were scattered in front of this violent Qi.    

"Ao Lingchen, hand over the small pagoda and the Martial King. I will let you live!"    

Tianfeng Prince stepped on the snow. His eyelids moved slightly, and a bright light flashed through the corner of his eyes.    

Among the three people in front of him, only Ao Lingchen and Qing Chen were a threat. However, those who had the ability to deal with them were himself, Wang Chuan, and Ghost Demon.    

As long as one of them attacked Qing Chen, the other two would join forces to attack Ao Lingchen. No matter how powerful that small pagoda was, it wouldn't be a match for it.    

As for Tian Haiyu, he had been completely ignored by Tianfeng Prince.    

"That's right. Hand over the treasure and the natural luck, and you will be able to leave this place alive. Otherwise!"    

Dark laughter rang out. The claw on Ghost Demon's right hand was glowing with a cold light, and ghostly howls that could cause one's mind to be in disorder could be heard from time to time.    

Among the people present, the one who hated Ao Lingchen and the others the most was Ghost Demon.    

That day, the three of them went to the encampment of Ghost Fiend Hall and slapped their faces, causing him to take it to heart.    

Now that he had such a rare opportunity, he wanted to find an opportunity to kill the three of them.    

Unlike Tianfeng Prince and Tianfeng Prince, Wang Chuan gently wiped the long blade in his hand that was covered in blood Qi. His eyes were filled with intense killing intent.    

Looking at the few people in front of him, Ao Lingchen did not say anything. Qing Chen took a step forward and left a deep snow mark on them.    

"In the past, no matter how overbearing you were, I would tolerate it. But today, are you sure you want to attack your fellow disciples?"    

Qing Chen stared at Tianfeng Prince with a serious expression. He clenched both of his fists tightly and a burst of crackling sound was heard.    

As he spoke, his gaze swept towards the group of people behind Tianfeng Prince.    

Facing Qing Chen's fierce gaze, whether it was Yan Mo, Feng Ming, or the others, they all lowered their heads.    

Crippling fellow disciples, no matter what, was not a glorious thing.    

However, Tianfeng Prince acted as if he did not see it and ignored it. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly and revealed a disdainful smile.    

"Martial artists must fight. In order to become stronger, there are many examples of fellow disciples fighting each other. Furthermore, you guys are not on good terms with me!"    

Looking at Qing Chen coldly and disdainfully, Tianfeng Prince's face was full of ridicule.    

Qing Chen's idea was too naive. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, it was about benefits!    

As for the so-called mutual destruction between fellow disciples, to him who lived in the royal family, this was not a very common thing.    

"The royal family is cold-blooded. There's no need to talk to him. Even if they attack together, so what? Wang Chongtian will end up like them!"    

A cold voice sounded from Ao Lingchen's mouth. He took a step forward and the small pagoda in his hand suddenly expanded. In an instant, it turned into a two meter tall Nine-floored Tower and held it firmly in his hand.    

As he took a step forward, the Ruling Law Arts was circulating crazily. Violent energy was circulating within his meridians, and his Martial Sect Stage Late Period cultivation base suddenly surged out.    

What was shocking was that the aura unleashed by this Martial Sect Stage Late Period was even stronger than that of many Peak of Martial Sect Stage warriors.    

A battle that he couldn't escape from, there was no need to say anything. A single word was enough to describe a battle!    

"Kill!"    

In an instant, Ao Lingchen's expression became incomparably cold, and his entire body was coiled with dense killing intent.    

His figure flashed explosively, and the Nine-floored Tower was suffused with a violent aura as it charged fiercely towards Tianfeng Prince.    

Since he had joined the Essence Sword Sect, the Sacred Altar had been targeting him until now. It was impossible for Tianfeng Prince to say that he didn't know anything about it.    

"You overestimate yourself!"    

Tianfeng Prince sneered. He looked at Ao Lingchen as if he was looking at a dead man. He waved his right hand and a jade seal that bloomed with Five-colored Light flew out from his sleeve. It turned into a flash of light and rushed towards the Nine-floored Tower.    

The five-colored jade seal was Tianfeng Prince's special jade seal. Although it was not as good as the Imperial Ruler's Seal, it was still one of the important tokens in Tianfeng Kingdom.    

Most importantly, this seal was forged by the Heavenly Wind Sovereign using the fragment of the Imperial Ruler's Seal. It was a low-grade Heaven Level Divine Weapon with astonishing power.    

Ao Lingchen's strength was very strong. The fact that he was able to kill Wang Chongtian had already proved his strength.    

No matter how confident Tianfeng Prince was in his strength, he wouldn't dare to underestimate his opponent.    

"Ghost Demon, I'll leave Qing Chen to you!"    

A cold voice was heard. Wang Chuan leapt forward and lunged at Ao Lingchen. With a flash of the Blood Light, he vanished from where he stood like a ghost.    

When he reappeared, he was already behind Ao Lingchen.    

"Die!"    

* Swoosh! * The air trembled slightly. A wave of ripples spread across the space. The blade light was reckless. It carried a wave of surging blood qi and rushed towards Ao Lingchen's head.    

Wherever the blade light passed, all the falling snowflakes evaporated in an instant.    

"Don't even think about it!"    

Seeing this, Qing Chen gently moved his right hand. A sword cry came from the snow, and a green light flashed out. He was just about to attack!    

"If you want to attack, you have to ask me first!"    

A dark killing intent swept across, and a cold light flashed across the sky. A dark claw accompanied by the howl of a ghost tore through the air and fiercely clawed at Qing Chen's forehead, forcing him to swing his sword to block it.    

On the other side, Tian Haiyu was also blocked by someone. Feng Ming fiercely waved his spear and forcefully held him back, leaving him with no time to spare.    

For a moment, Ao Lingchen had become isolated and helpless, fighting two strong opponents by himself!    

The blade light and the five-colored jade seal, one in front and one behind, fiercely attacked Ao Lingchen.    

"Hmph!"    

A cold snort came from Ao Lingchen's nose!    

Boom!    

Almost at the same time, the figure he was suppressing in front of him suddenly flashed. The Ruling Law Arts was circulating crazily, and an enormous force erupted!    

In the blink of an eye, Ao Lingchen's figure disappeared without a trace with a swoosh.